Little Bird [Trafalgar Law × Reader]

Six

Reader's side

You shake your head and back up to the door, still feeling his taste on your lips.

The man touches his forehead with his tattooed hand, and you see his cheeks turn light red as he growls something you don't understand.

He looks amazing.

"I'm sorry," says Law silently, and you shiver, forcing a smile on your face to ease the guilt hidden behind his words.

"Not like it was my first kiss. Don't make it a big deal," you answer, and Law scoffs loudly.

You breathe out slowly in relief as you see his upset wrinkles fading from your reaction.

You have nothing to apologize for.

You touch your lips with your fingertip and lour.

I have no control here.

I don't have a plan anymore.

Your eyes meet for a second, and he turns his gaze away. Law's jawline emphasizes as his muscles tense.

He doesn't know how to feel. Those memories and emotions were locked away for too long to face so suddenly.

It was my mistake.

It must be hard for him now. All those walls surround it again, and he can't reach that part of his heart anymore.

But it's too much power to let him feel it. I can't do it again for some time.

Maybe it's worse now since he knows what is hiding there.

I've never found such an impact on anyone's mind before. Whoever left it must be truly wonderful.

Leaving a fragment of his own heart in this man's, to live and grow within him as a golden light that keeps him feeling.

At his very core, yet still unreachable distance because of those walls.

"Don't look at me like that," he says suddenly, and you thrill from the calm, deep voice. "I hate when people pity me."

"Me too. That's why we are hiding, isn't it?" you answer, your throat dry. "But I didn't pity you."

The Surgeon of Death doesn't answer. You watch his glowing eyes, their bright contrast against the blue lights falling through the window.

"I just wanted to see you happy, even if I don't understand the exact reason," you continue.

"Same thing," he rustles, trying to regain his composure.

You see the wide chest moving fast from his breath, the black tattoos dancing over the tanned skin.

"Not at all," you tilt your head. "Happiness isn't the same as the lack of sadness. Your sorrow is your battle, and I don't pity you for having to fight it. It makes us human. Kuma-san taught me this a long time ago."

"Bartholomew?"

"He was always kind to me," you whisper. "I think of him like a father since the real one always kept his distance."

"He didn't raise you that well," smiles Law, and you grimace for a moment before smiling back at him.

"Kuma-san taught me about the world since my childhood. I became a Revolutionary to fight for the ideas I believe in," you say, then hesitate a little before you keep talking. "But I don't know what is right anymore now that he's gone. Whatever they did to him, it's worse than death."

You look away and ease your strained body by watching the ocean's endless waves on the other side of the glass.

The light of the Sun paints the water with gold that brings peace to your mind.